The Summer - Conclusion

Author's Note, Thanks again to kenjisato for editing and suggestions.

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Marc and his mother, June, arrived at her condominium after the ride from the airport.

"Marc, drop your bag in your room and meet me in the kitchen." His mother smiled.

He walked into the kitchen and found June holding out a beer for him.

"Here! To celebrate. I'm so proud of you. A bachelor's degree in only three years!"

"Mom! You've been saying that the whole plane trip home!"

"Hey! I'm your mother. And I have every right to be proud," June replied. And after a pause, "I can't believe that father of yours couldn't bother to come to your graduation!"

Marc wanted to change the subject. "So, what's been happening here?"

"Ah, well..." June started, "I guess you should know; I've been seeing more of David."

"Oh, how long have you two been seeing each other, now?" he asked.

"Hmm... since January. We met right after Christmas. Oh, and Michelle is as nice as ever. You know, she and I have become quite close this last year. We get together quite often. Except when I see David or she's out with whatever guy she's dating. And she always likes to hear how you were doing at college."

Marc's mind flew back to that passionate summer three years ago. Despite all the girlfriends he had had at school, the memory of Michelle had never left him. But he long resigned himself to the fact that that summer was just a fling to Michelle.

"And tomorrow," June continued, "we're going out to celebrate your homecoming. And David is joining us. I want you to meet him."

"What? Hoping I'll approve of him?" Marc teased. He noticed a change in his mother's tone.

"Um... well... I hope you'll like him," she replied, nervously.

It dawned on Marc that this guy his mother had been seeing these last few months was becoming serious.

When dinner time rolled around, Marc offered to cook. "I used to cook for you a lot before I went off to college. I need to butter you up."

They enjoyed dinner over a bottle of wine, with Marc, then a twenty-one-year-old, free of his mother's approbation over alcohol.

As they were clearing the kitchen table, the doorbell rang, and June went to answer it.

"Michelle! Come in," Marc heard his mother say.

Marc gathered himself. The previous two summers home, he saw little of Michelle. She seemed to have one man or another in her life when he came home. And Marc had done his best to avoid her, lest his long-suppressed feelings return.

"Marc! How are you?" he heard Michelle call out, as she entered the kitchen.

He turned to see that captivating smile that broke his heart three summers ago, and he found himself getting a bearhug from Michelle.

"Home at last. You know, your mother can't stop bragging about you."

"Hi, Michelle," was the best he could muster.

He found himself being grilled by her about college and teased over all the girls he met there.

"Well, I just wanted to come by and say congratulations. I should get going." Michelle smiled.

"Um, Michelle," Marc started, as she headed to the door. "Tomorrow, Mom is taking me out to celebrate, along with David. Um, I'm gonna feel like the odd man out. And four is better than three. Would you like to join us? That is, if you don't have other plans."

Marc turned to his mother, hoping for agreement.

"Yes! Join us!" June beamed.

Marc noted an odd look on Michelle's face, before she agreed.

The next day, June contacted Michelle suggesting an after-work get-together, as they often did recently.

"Come in!" Michelle said, on opening her door.

June noticed the two wine glasses waiting on the kitchen table and sat down.

And as Michelle poured the wine, she started, "Must be nice having Marc home."

"Yes. Of course, once he finds a job, I expect he'll find a place of his own. And Michelle, thanks for coming tonight. It's the first time Marc is meeting David. And I think he feels a bit awkward."

"So, you and David seem to be serious. Used to be, have your love interest meet your parents. Now, it's meet your kids!" Michelle teased.

"Yeah," June replied, with an edge of anxiety. "I hope they hit it off. Funny, I'm the one with a guy, and you aren't. Or is there anyone new?"

"No. Odd, now that I'm thirty, I'm looking for more, um, stability. With the last few guys, I had no desire for a long relationship. I'm starting to wonder if I'll find a keeper."

"Oh, for God's sake, Michelle. A woman with your looks could have any guy eating out of her hand. Your last one reminded me too much of my ex! Eye candy, no doubt. But a bit shallow, shall we say. Just be a little more discerning from here on out. But really, none of them were keepers?"

Michelle reflected, before saying, "There was one. He moved out of town. It was only then that I could see he truly left a mark on my heart. But he moved. Besides, there were other obstacles. Never heard from him again. So..."

"Other obstacles?" June asked.

"Oh, let it slide. Anyway, I'm sure Marc will like David. Don't you worry."

"Yes. Anyway, Marc will likely find someone soon. I gather he left behind a girlfriend or two when he graduated," June said, wryly.

The women finished their wine, and June headed over to her place to get ready for dinner. As Michelle closed her door, she recalled that day, nearly three years ago, when she and Marc made love for the last time. She was starting to worry if an evening with him might bring back feelings she long suppressed.

Back home, June found Marc waiting for her.

"Had a glass of wine with Michelle," June explained. "Now, go dress for dinner."

Marc waited in the kitchen, where his mother soon arrived, and found her dressed to kill. "Uh, haven't seen you like this in a while," he said.

"It is... a special night," she explained.

But Marc suspected she was dressed to impress David.

When the doorbell rang, June rushed to the door, with Marc following her.

"David, this is Marc."

They shook hands, as Marc sized him up. His first thought was that he was a few years younger than his mother and wondered about how serious he was regarding June. Still, it was obvious to Marc he wanted to be on good terms with his lover's son.

"Oh, we invited Michelle, you remember, my neighbor," June explained. "I'll tell Michelle we're ready."

Michelle caught up with them outside their door, with Marc taken aback. She was as beautiful as ever, with heels and a short skirt, and a top that showed off her lovely cleavage.

"Come!" June ordered, as they headed to the car.

June chose a steakhouse, something she knew her son would like. And there, the four settled at a table.

Over the course of the evening, Marc observed David closely. Having the beautiful Michelle there turned out to be a test. And despite having, what was in Marc's eyes, the most ravishing woman imaginable with them, David seemed to only have eyes for June. With David little knowing, he passed an important test.

And for Marc, it was a way to avoid looking at Michelle, as he tried not to rekindle those memories of that summer.

As they ate, June beamed about her son and made every effort to get her son and David more acquainted with each other. As the evening wore on, Michelle found herself the odd one out, with June encouraging the men to talk, and Marc barely acknowledging Michelle's presence.

With dinner over, the four returned to June's condo, where outside, they said goodbyes.

Inside, June turned to her son, "So? What did you think of him?"

"Mom!" Marc laughed, "Do you need my approval?" But the look in June's face told him she was serious. "Mom, as far as I can see, he's besotted with you. That's more than enough for me."

He could see in his mother's expression, his words were satisfaction enough.

Michelle threw herself on her sofa, trying to make sense of the night. Throughout the evening, her thoughts dwelled on that summer with Marc. Yet, he spent the whole night almost ignoring her presence. It was clear to her that she was merely someone from his past. And besides, she reminded herself, he was nine years her junior. There could be nothing more between them.

And as Marc crawled into bed, he could only think of her words three years ago, that summer was merely a fling-- that he was no more than a diversion to Michelle. And her various love interests in the years that followed only confirmed it.

That Thursday, June decided to own up. "Uh, Marc, tomorrow... I won't be home. You see, David and I... well, we spend most weekends together."

"Mom!" Marc laughed, "Duh, I'm an adult. No need to explain."

"Yes," June replied, nervously. "And, uh... Saturday. I may not be home as well."

Marc was amused, as their roles seemed reversed. "Mom!" he laughed, "Go enjoy yourself!"

On Friday, Marc found himself home alone. He thought about the women he knew at college, and how he could ask them out on a Friday. Yet, the one woman his mind kept returning to, but so unreachable, was right next door.

On Saturday, Marc decided to go to the park. It had been a diversion in past summers. And the chance to meet someone was always a possibility. But at the end of the day, his loneliness still haunting him, Marc decided he could at least enjoy a good meal and stopped to buy a steak on the way home.

And as he walked to their condo, he ran into Michelle, also apparently returning home. The two of them looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Shopping?" Michelle finally said, breaking the silence.

"Uh, yeah. Mom is with David this weekend. So, I'm cooking for myself."

"As I recall, you weren't a bad cook. June certainly appreciated it," Michelle said, doing her best to be friendly. She stood there a moment, not willing to say what she wanted, yet not willing to part.

Finally, Marc asked, "Michelle, uh... There's more than enough steak here. Would you like to join me? That is... if you don't have plans."

Michelle flashed that smile that always tore at his heart. "I'd love to. When?"

"Um, seven?"

"I'll bring the wine. See you then." Michelle smiled again before heading to her place.

When Marc entered his front door, the panic started. What was to be a simple meal for himself became more important, and he scoured the refrigerator for all his options.

As Michelle closed her door behind her, she took a deep breath. Her feelings for him surfaced again. The other day, over dinner, Marc barely noted her presence. But today, he invited her to dinner. Perhaps, she told herself, he was just being friendly. They were friends before becoming lovers. Maybe he just wanted to be friends again.

She chastised that piece of her mind that suggested he was still attracted to her. No, not after three years, and those coeds. In any case, Michelle wasn't interested in another affair, let alone with a guy nine years her junior.

Marc opened his door at seven to find Michelle looking as beautiful as ever. She was certainly not dressed to kill, but, in his eyes, anything she wore complemented her.

"Hi! The steak is resting." Marc smiled nervously.

"Where's your corkscrew. I'll open this," Michelle said, holding out a bottle of wine.

As she poured the wine, Marc plated the food and brought it out to the dining room.

"My! Do you always cook like this for yourself?" Michelle asked, looking over her food.

"Well, no. But cooking for someone else... I guess it's motivation," Marc replied, a bit embarrassed.

Dinner started in silence, until Michelle asked him about college and his plans. He explained how he was hoping for a job in the area. Perhaps with one of the pharmaceutical companies in town. Marc, in turn, asked about her job.

They talked about June and David, with Michelle describing what she saw as a blooming romance. But it only served to remind her of her and Marc's own past romance and quickly changed the subject. They talked about local events and their various interests, until dinner was over.

"It's been wonderful, Marc." Michelle smiled, as she helped him clean up.

She wanted to tease him about being a good catch for some woman, but decided it was too touchy. But finally, she brought up one subject she wanted to be clear about.

"Marc, you and I were friends once. I hope we still are."

"Michelle! Yes... I mean, I hope so, too," he stammered.

They looked at each other a moment before Michelle suggested it was time to go.

"Thanks again. You are quite a cook!" she said, resisting the temptation to hug him.

After Marc watched her return to her place next door, he went back in and slouched in a chair. 'Friends!' He remembered how, three years back, his hope had been that they at least be friends. He wondered, after being lovers, and his feeling for her stronger than ever, could he settle for that.

Back at her place, Michelle tried to make sense of the evening. He seemed attentive to her. Yet, he never brought up that summer, or ever hinted at resuming their affair. She reminded herself again of their age difference, and that no serious relationship could come of it. Still, an evening in his company only served to remind her of just how much she liked him.

The following week, Marc dove into touching up his resume, and hunting for job opportunities, as Michelle focused on her job and put out of her mind the growing feelings she was having.

By Friday, Michelle was missing his company. She recalled a day they spent together in the park that special summer.

"Why not invite him," she told herself.

So, she texted him an invitation to an art fair in the park that Saturday, and received a quick response.

His mother was spending the weekend with David again, so Marc found himself alone Friday night, looking forward to a day with Michelle, even if it was just as 'friends.'

Saturday morning, they met outside their doors, where Marc paused yet again, on seeing her captivating smile. And the T-shirt and shorts that showed off her lovely figure didn't hurt the effect.

"Well, shall we?" he asked, wishing he could take her hand.

What he didn't know was Michelle had the same thoughts.

They drove to the park, where they spent the morning looking over the various exhibits and comparing their likes and dislikes. As the day wore on, Michelle's mind flashed back to that similar day three years earlier, when, after a day in the park, she and Marc headed to her place for an afternoon of passionate lovemaking.

Her mind was in conflict. One side of her wanted to make love to him. But the other could only imagine it would be a short tryst; her thirty-year-old self would be no match for those sweet young things he had experienced in college. Still, she couldn't help noticing his sly looks at her every chance he got.

No, she reminded herself. Those feelings she had for him that summer when they said goodbye were coming back, and perhaps, stronger. And she didn't trust her heart could give him up again.

They strolled around until lunchtime, when they grabbed some sandwiches and ate at a park bench. And after, Michelle suggested a walk down a long pathway she knew.

"Funny," Marc started, as they walked, "I remember our trip to this very park that summer."

"Yes! I remember, too," she replied. "Different times!"

"Yes..." Marc said, quietly.

"Then you went off to college. And plenty of young women to pursue," Michelle teased.

"Well... None like you," he replied.

"Oh, I don't believe that!"

"Well, doesn't matter, now," he replied, wistfully. "I know that summer, I was a fling for you, nothing more. And you moved on."

"Marc!" Michelle exclaimed, before pausing to collect her thoughts. "Yes, in the beginning I felt that way. But by the end... you had managed... you managed to worm your way into my soul. If anything, I figured you'd moved on. Marc, I'm thirty now. And you've had plenty of younger women to sample."

"No. If anything, they reminded me of how special you are. None of them measured up to you," he said.

"But at dinner with June and David, you barely acknowledged my presence," she explained.

"I was embarrassed. Having you there just reminded me of what we had. Besides, I kinda used you to size up David. I figured having you there would be a distraction to him. Yet, he never took his eyes off of Mom."

"Yes!" Michelle laughed. "He's clearly taken with by your mother. And I think she feels the same."

"Yeah, she spends every weekend with him. Having, um, fun, no doubt."

Michelle chuckled at his innuendo before stopping and turning to him. Marc did the same and both simply looked at each other, as each realized the other's feelings hadn't changed. After a moment, Marc brought his lips to hers, and Michelle happily accepted his kiss. It was a tender kiss; the same tenderness that made her so attracted to him those years ago.

Michelle wrapped her arms around him and simply hugged him for a long time.

"Silly of us," she giggled. "Neither of us could see what the other was feeling."

With Michelle in his arms, Marc kissed her again, more sensually this time.

"Why don't we go back to my place," she whispered.

She took his hand, and they walked briskly back to the car, where they kissed again, with more urgency before climbing in and driving back.

Michelle had barely closed the door to her place when Marc took her in his arms. He took the moment to look her in the eyes; a look that expressed his deep feelings in that moment, a look that pulled at her heart. It brought back all the feelings for him that day he had left, and that she had long tried to put out of her mind.

Michelle kissed him, long and slow, conveying her feelings to him. But passions came to the fore, as tongues were soon in each other's mouths.

She pulled away long enough to whisper, "Make love to me."

Michelle led him to her bedroom, as Marc did his best to control his eagerness. His goal was much like the first time they made love; to please her to the best of his ability.

Marc pulled off her T-shirt, then freed her fine breasts from her bra, before Michelle slipped out of her shorts. He paused to look over her naked form; something he'd longed to see again.

Next was Michelle's turn, and she soon had him naked, taking delight at seeing his erection pop out of his shorts.

They embraced again, with naked bodies pressed together as they kissed wildly. They fell to the bed as Marc pressed her to her back, where the two continued kissing as hands explored each other's bodies.

They continued kissing some time, until Marc started his way down Michelle's body, lingering at her ample breasts. He gave each plenty of attention, licking and sucking on each hard nipple as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Then, he started down her body as Michelle knew what was next. She remembered his ability, and clear joy, at eating her out, and was eager to see if he still liked it. Marc spread her legs and settled between them, where he licked her stomach and hips. She closed her eyes as she felt his warm breath on her womanhood and surrendered herself to the pleasures to come.

"Fuck..." she gasped, as his tongue parted the curtains to her inner self. He soon found her clit as Michelle became lost to his ability to pleasure her. His hands caressed her body as he worked her pussy, until Michelle was writhing uncontrollably.

"That! Yes... Oh, god...!" Michelle cried out breathlessly, as the orgasm hit, her body spasming.

Marc worked her clit feverishly as her climax continued, then eased up as she came down. But he didn't stop, and soon had Michelle in the throes of passion once more. For her, Marc's ability to please her had not abated, and she grabbed his head as his tongue continued to please her. She came again, as he continued to ravage her pussy. And like that first time they had made love, she lost track of how many times he made her cum.